Monday, June 9, 2014

Hygiene

Last night, a friend made sushi dinner
for us. It was an amazing spread: chips, wine, homemade tuna pate,
homemade hummus, bread with vegetable spread, and various types of
sushi. I was hesitant to eat the salmon pieces, as the sushi had been
made an hour or more before we started eating. So it was warm.
However, I couldn't resist trying some, and no one died after the
party.

A month ago I made yogurt at home. I'd
always wanted to, but because the recipe involves letting warm milk
sit in an oven overnight, I'd always been afraid I'd kill myself. Not
only did I not, but I produced a delicious, healthy snack.

I've become less germophobic since
moving to Spain. This country has interesting contradictions in terms
of hygiene. For example, when you shop for produce, you either have
to use plastic gloves before touching fruits and vegetables, or wait until a clerk is free, who will handle the food for you.
Allowing customers to serve themselves is a no-no. (That being said,
one of the fruterias I go to lets me grab what I need)

On the other hand, go to a bar or club
and you can bet that there won't be any toilet paper. Although it's a
great way to make friends with the other ladies by asking for some
kleenex, it's almost an adventure deciding whether to do your
business at the club, or wait 'til you get home. And forget about
washing your hands. There's almost never soap or anything to dry your
hands with. Another reason to love the “two kisses” custom, as
opposed to the handshake.

What do these examples show? That perhaps we need to worry less about germs, and trust that our bodies will take care of us. That being said, I could never let go of my practice of washing my hands. I can hear my friends now breathing a sigh of relief.